In the middle of summer, although it is already evening, the weather is still muggy. Cicadas are singing outside the window, and the TV in the house is playing the program "Helping the College Entrance Examination" by Ningcheng TV every June. Every year, it is the beautiful and capable female anchor, as well as several so-called famous teachers from various key middle schools.

Jiang Enjiao sat solemnly on the sofa, holding the volunteer guide book in her left hand and two pens in her right hand - a highlighter to outline the school and major, and a black pen to make notes. This is the first choice in her nineteen years of life, for the score to be a cow and a horse, suffering and suffering, and failed once, after the results were announced, she was finally able to turn over and sing serfs.

"You can't waste a single point. Jiang Enjiao rubbed her slightly swollen eyes and continued to look at the enrollment scores and student rankings of each school over the years in the guidance book.

Her goal was to get bigger in the neighboring city, and as a comprehensive university, the bigger it was just an ordinary one. However, the greater the art school, the stronger it is, and it can even compete with some professional art schools. But now, her results have far exceeded expectations, and she has the capital to make a new choice.

was struggling, and the mobile phone rang -

"Jiang Dameow, how is the volunteer? Do you want to change your mind and go to Rongda with me?" On the other end of the phone, Zhou Manzhi, Jiang Enjiao's former classmate, was full of enthusiasm, and he could hardly suppress his happy mood.

Jiang Enjiao was silent for a while, and gently folded the introduction page about Rongda in the instruction book. "I haven't figured it out yet. The results are not the same as the results at the time of the evaluation, and now we have to look at them from the beginning. ”

This time it was Zhou Manzhi's turn to complain - Jiang Enjiao has always been pessimistic, and on the night of the college entrance examination, she saw the fake answers circulating on the Internet, and the estimated score was only more than 400 points, and she was so depressed that she wanted to jump off the building.

"It's good, it's that I'm too calm and have poor psychological quality. Jiang Enjiao smiled, "When the school admission notice comes down, I invite you to go to the hot springs." This morning, the school also sent out a scholarship for further education, and I was really flattered to finally see the money back. ”

After chatting a few more words, Zhou Manzhi hung up the phone. Jiang Enjiao put down her phone, pursed her lips and smiled. She has been with Zhou Manzhi and Lu Yue for three years, and except for the art exam, she has hardly seen them worry.

There was a sound at the door, and Jiang Enjiao's hand holding the pen clenched slightly, and even she didn't notice it.

"You're here. Jiang Enjiao put down the pen and book, slowly stood up and went to the door to greet her, looking a little cramped.

The person who came was Song Xingzhou. He looked like he had just gotten off work.

"Go to the Yuling Hall to order the dishes, you eat them while they're hot. Song Xingzhou handed the food box to Jiang Enjiao, turned around and entered the bedroom.

The local cuisine of the Yuling Hall is well-known in Ningcheng, and Song Xingzhou took Jiang Enjiao to go there once two years ago. At that time, Jiang Enjiao pretended to be calm on the surface, and tried hard to maintain her small face, but she was really impressed by the food in the Yuling Hall.

When Song Xingzhou was changing clothes, Jiang Enjiao took plates, dishes and chopsticks from the kitchen and laid out the dishes in the food box.

Song Xingzhou changed into a set of cotton gray and white striped loungewear, took off his thin-framed glasses, and the whole person looked much looser, and the feeling of sternness was a little less, and even a little - amiable.

"It's all done. You eat first. Jiang Enjiao stretched out her hand and made a gesture of please.

Song Xingzhou nodded and got off his chopsticks first. For Jiang Enjiao's cautiousness in front of him, Song Xingzhou has become accustomed to it. At first, I felt unaccustomed to seeing her submissive appearance, and wanted to bother her temperament, but then I went with her, thinking that maybe it would make her feel more comfortable to follow her.

At the dining table, Song Xingzhou and Jiang Enjiao sat facing each other. Jiang Enjiao silently lowered her head to eat, eating quickly and with restraint.

"Aren't the other dishes delicious?" Song Xingzhou stopped his chopsticks.

Jiang Enjiao raised her eyes, and then lowered it again, "No, no ......"

"Then why do you only eat that dish, and your arms are too short?"

Why? It's not because you're here.

After eating quickly, Jiang Enjiao cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Just as the water was boiling to rinse the porcelain plate, Jiang Enjiao felt a warm feeling behind her back, and a warm breath was attached to her neck - it was Song Xingzhou.

The water in the faucet was still flowing, and the hand holding the porcelain plate hung motionless in the air.

"You ...... Is it hot?" Jiang Enjiao turned off the faucet and poured dish soap on the porcelain plate, a little absent-minded.

"You have ice muscles and jade bones, cool and sweatless. ”

Jiang Enjiao deserved goosebumps on her arm in the summer, and her hand shook and almost dropped the dish into the sink.

"I feel a little hot. Gann finished washing the dishes and chopsticks, unbuttoned her apron and hung it behind the door, sat back on the sofa and continued to study her "future".

As far as the current situation is concerned, it is clear that it is more suitable to go to Rongda. But Rongda is so good, the only drawback is that the tuition is too expensive. Art majors are inherently expensive, and Rongda is a fighter in the middle of the price. As the best art school, Rongda's infrastructure, teaching equipment, and faculty are very superior, coupled with the resources brought by the school brand, even if it is expensive, there is a steady stream of students applying for the examination.

Just as the primary role of art is not to make a living. Those who can train children to learn art from an early age, whether it is art, music or dance, and no matter which branch of these three categories, it costs a lot to learn it for more than ten years. And families who can afford these expenses naturally don't care about the tuition fee for four years.

Others don't care about the tuition fees of art schools, but Jiang Enjiao cares, and she cares to death.

"Tomorrow night's volunteer application is closed, and you haven't chosen a school yet?" Song Xingzhou came out of the bathroom and saw Jiang Enjiao in the living room spreading paper all over the table—Rongda, Yueda, Chongyin, and Shenshi...... Comprehensive, art, and teacher, she copied the details of the suitable schools on the form.

"Still struggling. Jiang Enjiao pursed her lips, a little embarrassed, "The tuition fees for art majors are too expensive......"

Hearing the tuition, Song Xingzhou shook his head and laughed, "Do you think I can't afford your tuition?"

"I don't think I can afford it myself. Also, I will save money to pay you back after I work. Jiang Enjiao sketched the college guidance book again and again, and talked back again.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Song Xingzhou turned his head and looked at Jiang Enjiao who was lying on the desk, not very happy. didn't expect that he didn't keep the accounts when he paid for it, but she would remember it clearly, which made him feel looked down upon.

"Are you still quite ambitious, thinking about becoming financially independent and self-reliant as soon as possible?" Song Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, then nodded, "Remember to include the interest." ”

Jiang Enjiao said "um", and when she saw Song Xingzhou raise her hand, she took the towel in his hand and helped him dry his hair. Jiang Enjiao helped Song Xingzhou wipe his hair, while Song Xingzhou picked up the volunteer filling guide on the table and looked through it.

"Actually, seeing that you have spent so much time filling in the college, I still envy you a little. Song Xingzhou found the corresponding parts of the colleges and universities that Jiang Enjiao copied separately page by page, read them one by one, and carefully examined them.

"Because it's easier to fill in the college than to work?" Jiang Enjiao half-knelt on the sofa, wiping her hair while glancing at her copy paper.

Song Xingzhou laughed out loud, "I envy you for making your hobby a profession." Song Xingzhou pointed to the part of the book marked by highlighters, most of which were majoring in drama, film and television, literature or history. He closed the book and said slowly, "I was studying sociology at Rongda for a year. ”

"At the beginning...... Ten years ago, right?" asked Jiang Enjiao, tilting her head.

"Fifteen or sixteen years. Song Xingzhou picked up the incense piece he had poured just now and was preparing to enter the entrance.

"Then you're only thirty-three or fourteen this year?"

Song Xingzhou's hand holding the teacup stiffened slightly-he didn't expect to be suddenly asked by Jiang Enjiao about his age, nor did he expect the "talent" that Jiang Enjiao used.

Song Xingzhou turned his head and took the towel in Jiang Enjiao's hand and put it aside, and looked directly at Jiang Enjiao with his arms folded. "So you think I'm very old, don't you?"

Jiang Enjiao was embarrassed for a while, and realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she clasped her fingers, and gently took back the towel that Song Xingzhou had put aside, smiled, and continued to wipe Song Xingzhou's hair.

While wiping, he said vaguely: "No, no, you are very young ......"

With her hair almost wiped off, Jiang Enjiao consciously took the towel to wash it, and when her hands were full of foam, she was suddenly stunned - she was too conscious of Song Xingzhou.